[/html]It had been some days since she had spoken to the Salsolan leader, but she imagined that not too much would have changed since then. Cassandra had not asked for many details, but she could guess easily enough that in such times, packs would be keen to patrol areas further out from their borders. It seemed hilarious to her somehow that their enemy should be wolves, prejudice wolves, set in their ways and beliefs -- exactly the sort of beliefs that her father had said Inferni held, a cycle perpetuated by the cycle before it. The children growing up in Inferni and Salsola now, if their families were murdered by wolves, then what else were they to do but hate them?
The albino woman stiffened when the horse and rider began to move, coming down along the gentle slope of the hill towards her. They moved at a cautious, leisurely pace, and Cassandra thought that it had to be some sort of patrol. Someone going somewhere would not ride like that, even if they were feeling relaxed and casual. Decisively, she stood apart from the tree so her slight and slender figure was more obvious. Pale red eyes watched the rider carefully, waiting for him to come near enough to make eye contact. Better to say hello than to be thought someone she was not.
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